In My Eyes.....

CORE

So.....This past Memorial Day weekend I went to a few cemeteries, visited with loved ones that have gone on, I talked with my mom awhile, I payed respects to others......and it was a very beautiful sunny, spring day. The kind of day that I have a new-found, deep appreciation for in lieu of all of the events of the past year.
A REAL appreciation deep inside as I continually thought of how damn lucky I was not to be currently residing among these stones. As I was winding up my visit, a marker, (above) on the back of one stone caught my eye and when I read it.......I got a lump in my chest roughly the size of a Kennebec potato.
I mentioned to a friend that I was glad it had been a sunny day and that I had my shades on.

OK, before you all go off thinking that Bob has gotten as mushy as a rotten potato, you have to understand that even beyond the side effects of some of the drugs that I'm on that can really wreak havoc with your emotions, this whole donor / recipient,..... souls united in the cosmic dust thing,..... really can't be completely appreciated from the the back seat of the theater. But when it's close.......when it's YOU.....or someone you love, be it the donor ....or the recipient.....it is on a much, much deeper, uber-intense level.

Now I have to be clear here, this was not my donor, but now that doesn't matter....we are all intertwined.

Words escape me right now and eloquence has never really been my friend, but the parents of the lad that rests under this marker (he was only 16,) who saw to it that his young, effervescent spirit could live on through organ donation and gave that gift of life to others, these people are super human to me.
Beyond the human vice of selfishness, beyond the overwhelming grief that they had to have been suffering, and possessed with a power bigger than the pain - they chose to do this. These are the saints among us.

May God forever bless them and their son.